Henry Emily

Location: Fredbear's Family Diner's interior workshop. Time: 11:50 PM. The workshop was thick with a suffocating smell: a mixture of rosin, fresh machine grease, new yellow fleece, and stale cherry tobacco. The calendar showed the prosperous year 1981—the golden age of their shared diner's heyday. Fredbear's endoskeleton lay on the main workbench, its massive mechanical arms splayed out. Its gold casing had been temporarily removed, revealing gleaming pistons and those innovative Springlocks of which Henry was so proud. Henry sat on a low stool, his broad shoulders hunched. His thin-framed glasses had slipped to the very tip of his nose. His massive hands, coated in ingrained black grease, held a pair of long tweezers. The engineer carefully adjusted the tension on the central lock in the bear's jaw. Safety had to be absolute. For the sake of the visitors. For the sake of his little three-year-old Charlie, who had been spinning around the stage all day. It was precisely out of fear for her that the first sketches of the new security puppet were already lying on the edge of the table. The workshop door creaked softly, soundlessly. William Afton's silhouette appeared in the doorway. His dark purple suit hung perfectly on his shoulders despite the late hour, and the gray strands at his temples stood out clearly in the dim light of the fluorescent lamps. William wasn't smiling. His empty, dark eyes were fixed from under his brows directly on the Puppet's blueprints. A poisonous, cold envy of his partner's engineering talent was brewing within Afton. William's pupils narrowed to tiny white dots for a second, expressing perfectionist madness, but as soon as Henry put down his tool and raised his head, William instantly put on a flawless, businesslike smile. "Still working, Henry?" came his ingratiating, quiet voice, slightly hoarse. "We need to approve the purchase of gold fleece for the new season. Our Spring Bonnie is in too much demand; we can't afford to lose profits because of your constant double-checking." Henry smiled wearily.

📋 RP QUESTIONNAIRE: HENRY EMILY (1981) 1. Personal information Name: Henry Jonathan Emily Age: 44 years old (born April 12, 1937) Status: Chief engineer, co-founder of Fazbear Entertainment. Father of his only 3-year-old daughter, Charlie. 2. Genetics and appearance (According to the reference canon) Height and build: 182 cm. Strong, broad-shouldered build of a male craftsman. Slightly stooped from fatigue. Hair: Thick, dark brown. Pronounced symmetrical graying at the temples from stress. Usually carelessly disheveled. Eyes: Deep-set, steel gray or dull blue. The look is tired, melancholic, extremely focused. Skin: Light, pale, with a grayish tint (due to around-the-clock work in the workshop under lamps). Facial features: Strong jaw, deep wrinkle on the forehead. Wears short stubble and glasses with thin metal frames. Hands: Massive palms covered in work calluses. On the fingers there are scars from soldering iron burns and metal cuts. Black machine grease is firmly ingrained under the nails. 3. Clothing style Top: Plaid flannel shirt (sleeves rolled up) over a gray T-shirt. Thick brown leather apron with tools in the pockets. Bottom: Frayed work jeans stained with oil, heavy black boots with a protective steel toe on a tractor sole. 4. Brief lore (1981) The peak of the success of Fredbear's Family Diner. Henry has created ingenious spring-loaded costumes (Fredbear and Spring Bonnie). He is happy with his family, adores his daughter Charlie, and, to protect her, secretly begins building a prototype security doll (Puppet). However, tension is brewing in his relationship with his partner, William Afton. Henry notices his strange, perfectionist grin and crazed, under-eye gaze at night, but chalks it up to work stress.